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Ten
II.
As I got off the plane with Emma and Dylan, I waited for the sight of Christina.
You see, the only reason that I have been in touch with her is because she found me. She had gone to New York City- for God knows what- and saw me walking around at the Supermarket. All this while I was nine months pregnant.
I remember what has happened like it was yesterday...
FLASHBACK:
I was in the produce section, thinking about what brand of lettuce I should buy.
Suddenly, I made my decision on which bran to by as soon as I heard someone called my name.
"Tris! Tris Pryor!" A familiar voice exclaimed.
It was Christina.
She came up to me, shock upon her face, confusion and disbelief in her eyes.
"How the hell are you alive?"
And so I told her what has happened, including that I was pregnant with Tobias Eaton's kid.
"Are you going to come back?"
"Within time..."
"Well, I'll keep in touch."
"Yeah, okay."
PRESENT DAY:
"Mom... Who's that lady holding a sing?" Dylan asked me, curious.
"It's obviously our ride, idiot." Emma muttered to him, thinking I did not hear her.
"Emma, be nice to your brother." I sighed.
I grabbed their hands and walked them over to Christina, who just happened to be the lady holding the sign.
"Tris!"
"Christina!"
We gave each other a hug, and I introduced her to my children.
"This is Dylan, and this is Emma. Their twins." I said, smiling down at my children, who were bickering with each other.
I knew that I was fighting a loosing battle with the two, so I did not even tell them off.
"Hi! I'm Christina."
"Hello." They said in unison.
I sighed. "Let's go."
As I sat in the passenger seat of Christina's SUV (the twins were in the back, and not bickering for once), I took note of how much the city had changed.
No longer like I had remembered it, the city was nice and clean- well, cleaner- and had towers for offices, businesses, apartments and more.
The Ferris wheel that I had climbed so long ago was also cleaned up, with a pier and people walking around, feeding sealed, eating ice cream, and more.
Cities were bustling with cars and taxis and buses.
It seemed like the factions were no more.
"There isn't any more factions." She muttered, speaking aloud my thoughts.
"Oh. And Four?" I asked her.
"He... I told him your alive. Just because."
I nodded in understanding.
"Caleb knows."
Again, I nodded in understanding.
"Caleb isn't angry."
I nodded, hopping Tobias wasn't either.
"But..." Christina said, worry in her voice. "Four... He isn't happy, he's angry."